If you just don't talk about having feelings, and quickly move past them after you do, then hopefully, they'll just go away. They never actually do, but it's still easier that way.

"I meant about getting your lungs cleaned out, but yeah, sure." Kainé scoffs sarcastically. "Good for you that you have some girl out there to stick squids up your ass." A sudden twinge of grief shoots through Kainé at the subject of love and its attendant affections. It resonates with muddled memories, undefinable feelings of grief and loss. And, of course, a lifetime of abandonment, the belief that nobody could love a body like this, even if she's since learned that they sure could treat it as an exotic object of lust.